Surf’s Up!

Lyrics

[Intro: A-Wolf] I'm just sitting at home going crazy Mama won't let me go out with my baby I just wanna get drunk (Where's the party at, dawg?) On Saturday night, la la la [Verse 1: A-Wolf] Uh, why kill time when I can kill a brain cell? And get dumb high 'cause I don't handle fame well Never take a L You would think that I gave birth to Satan with the way that I can waste L's Yeah, see, I ain't never been an angel Love a girl with ass, I pay attention to detail (Haaa) I'm so rotten Got pussy on my brain, I'ma box in Yeah, I got Cali in my muthafuckin' pocket The sun is always up 'cause the rain's in my wallet Yeah, so many guns here, but none can get it poppin' All the glitz look the same, that he thinks he shops at Dollar, dollar I keep my money on trees, and have goons collect in the autumn (Uh) California-grown, but to the world I'm a problem When girls see my dick, they bend and applaud him You would think that I'm rich By the party full of hoes that are looking for dick [Chorus: Kristo & A-Wolf] (First, First, First) First name Tom Last name Foolery Looking for your girl She probably by the pool with me Tell 'em surf's up, surf's up, surf's up Tell 'em, tell 'em, surf's up, surf's up (Motherfucker, surf) [Verse 2: Kristo] You haven't heard the news? It's what they callin' fresh So all you clones get your phones out And call collects So with all respect y'all been writing too long See your mouth water every time we write a new song Really, fool? Too on? U-haul, move on We got it down to a tee like oolong Ladies, get your ooh on Haters, get your boo on Funny how these ghosts hold grudges like Ju-On You're so earth, I'm so lunar Chillin' in the clouds in my castle like Kumar Game so Fubar, house party champs Taking all your girls, breaking all your lamps Yeah, see, I could use a little shy, bro Like puff, puff, pass, eyes low The coolest in the party, heh, I know So when you see me in the streets, motherfuckers [Chorus: Kristo & A-Wolf] (First, First, First) First name Tom Last name Foolery Looking for your girl She probably by the pool with me Tell 'em surf's up, surf's up, surf's up Tell 'em, tell 'em, surf's up, surf's up [Verse 3: A-Wolf & Kristo] UH, so then I fucking walked in the party Looking so charming Owner of the crib is wishing he never called me First name Wolf, but last name is Raunchy Got girls taking all the clothes up off me Hey Jude, I'm a young Paul McCartney House full of zombies, tryna find a heartbeat Start it up (Start it up) Pass me the car keys Party up front Put the babies in the car seat (Surf's up, drop low Jukebox, rock, roll) [Chorus: Kristo & A-Wolf] (First, First, First) First name Tom Last name Foolery Looking for your girl She probably by the pool with me Tell 'em surf's up, surf's up, surf's up Tell 'em, tell 'em, surf's up, surf's up [Outro: A-Wolf] Motherfucker, surf's up